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TRIUMPH OF BACCHUS AND ARIADNE > Lorenzo De ‘ Medici

TRIUMPH OF BACCHUS AND ARIADNE   How beautiful is youth, who flees though! Who wants to be happy, either : tomorrow there is no certainty . This is Bacchus and Ariadne is this , beautiful , and the other is one of the burning : because time is running out and deceives , together they are always happy. These nymphs ...

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SPECIAL, NEAR AND FAR: The places of your life

                SPECIAL PLACES There are special places, not near and not far away, that only on special occasions we are able to perceive. They are places with no hills or grasslands, they are made of emotions that only on special occasions knock on the deepest feelings.             NEARBY ...

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Marceline Desbordes-Valmore: LOVE

LOVE   What I have in my heart, burning like our age, I dare you speak, how to define it? Is it a burning mirror hit your picture? A thrilling portrait born of your memory?   See! I think it’s you, even in your absence, In sleep; eh what! can you still watch? This overwhelming happiness that gives your presence, ...

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I DO NOT KNOW MORE, I DO NOT WANT MORE – Marceline Desbordes-Valmore

          I DO NOT KNOW MORE, I DO NOT WANT MORE                               Marceline Desbordes-Valmore   I do not know, I do not want more I do not know where did my anger; has spoken … and his sins are gone. His eyes ...

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MARCELINE DESBORDES-VALMORE: The Awakening

  MARCELINE DESBORDES-VALMORE: The Awakening     On this bed of reeds, how can I sleep yet? I feel the scented air, scroll around you. Your mouth is devouring a flower aroma. approached, my darling, and others that do not burn me. Wake up, wake up!   But this breath of love, I wish that this kiss yet I dare ...

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MARCELINE DESBORDES-VALMORE, Poem: The Separated

Do not write. I am sad, and I would turn me. Beautiful summer without you, this is the night without a torch. I closed my arms cannot reach you, And hit my heart is knocking at the tomb.                  Do not write! Do not write. Do not learn to die to ourselves. God asks only that … you, if I ...

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Marceline Desbordes-Valmore : TWO BEES

Marceline Desbordes-Valmore, From The Book of Mothers and Children: TWO BEES.              Blessed are those that love the work unit: Providence blessed. In the hollow of an old wall, and languid and frail, Lamented a shrill voice A bee, without parents, Randomly walking her wandering household gods. Safe anywhere: its almost empty shelves Offered ample spoils ...

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MARCELINE DESBORDES VALMORE: its name, does not remain silent

She is a woman of the nineteenth century, a singer and actress from the ear very sensitive to the French rhymes. She was born in 1786, in French Flanders, but at the age of 15 years she was with her ​​mother in the Caribbean, on the Island of Guadalupe. After his return home, at the age of 22 years, the ...

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SPRINGTIME, IN ONE HAND

Meeting Benches, welcomes the season of truth, with five short poems unpublished. Marc Chagall, anemones. RENEWED TENDERNESS: Truth that enchants in smiling vitality, between returns home, surrounded by the smells of the earth. Rose-colored clouds above the fears, warm auroras, embracing new tenderness. HAWTHORN:Enclosing thorns kind, that is not more wind, but only the breeze, fondling under a little rain the ...

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AGNOLO POLIZIANO: Poetry, One fine morning.

AGNOLO POLIZIANO: One fine morning. From the diary-illustrated atlas TRAVEL IN ITALY, published by Meeting Benches (e-book format, English and Italian versions), Its own page with a picture and a poem by Agnolo Poliziano. I found myself, maidens, one fine morning. But then I had a strip full of flowers, I saw the roses and not just a color: I ...

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